Hi and welcome to my blog, Joyee Flynn. Please make yourself at home and grab a drink from my hunky cabana boys, Zeke and Jake.
If we asked your muse to describe you using five words, what do you think they would say?
I don’t have a muse… I know that’s odd for an author to say but again, I’m very literal and the idea of a muse creeps me out. Like an imaginary friend adults didn’t grow out of that should maybe see someone about that.
Name one thing readers would be surprised to know about you.
I’m pretty blunt and open so I’m not sure there’s much I haven’t shared. Okay, I’m not very a very girly-girl, but I do collect music boxes. I like very pretty, elegant music boxes of all types that family and friends have given me.
How do you get yourself in the mood to write?
I wake up! Seriously for me, it’s more how do I turn this noise in my head off!?!
If someone hasn’t read any of your work, what book would you recommend that they start with and why?
That’s like picking my favorite child or family member. If I have to pick, I’d say Trunk and a Skunk, which is the beginning of a four set of books that all the friends are in. It’s gotten a good response, some great twists and turns, and lots of fun, plus its newer so it’s not starting way at the beginning of my writing career.
Is there something special you do to celebrate when one of your books is released?
Write another one… Yeah, I’m lame. I used to get Starbucks and splurge on breakfast but then my doctor took away all my sugar. I hate that bastard.
Could you tell us a couple of favorite books that inspired you to write?
I’m very eclectic so that’s a long, long list. I will say it ranges from the Sookie Stackhouse series to Inferno. I like anything that’s not every day or normal.
Is music a factor for you while you are writing? Do certain songs put you in the right frame of mind to write certain stories?
YES! I’m a total music whore. Most times I like complete quiet or light music when I’m writing but yeah, it’s rare I’m doing anything else and music isn’t on. I have dozens of books that have musical references or something in the background that is crucial to the setting/mood/tone.
Please check out Joyee’s newest book, Virgil, out NOW at Siren Publishing
The Marius Brothers: Virgil
Book Eight in series
Erotic Alternative Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, vampires, fae, HEA
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Virgil has been hiding something… But then again that isn’t anything new to him. He doesn’t fit in with the family that doesn’t even know who he really is. Learning long ago that he wasn’t normal, he strives to just fit in. Fate just doesn’t seem to have it in the cards for him.
Moreo and Foma have been searching for their other mate for centuries. Now that they think they’ve found him, Virgil’s running from them. Panicked that he’s only staying in Greece a few days and confused by his reaction, they decide to take desperate measures. After their plan backfires instead of opening up Virgil to being their mate, can they convince him they were only trying to help? Or will it be the last straw to push Virgil over the edge and leave everything behind to start over somewhere else, saying goodbye to the Mariuses forever?
“Virgil, are you going to come meet Caleb’s people or stand there?” Stefan asked jokingly but I could hear the slight concern in his tone. “Dude, you okay?”
“Yeah,” I answered, clearing my throat. “Just weird seeing Caleb like this with all the grandeur.” I gestured around, lying through my teeth. “That and the flight.” I shrugged. “Sorry. Just kind of spaced out.”
“Then we should show you to your rooms for some rest,” Mareo said as he moved closer to me. “I didn’t catch your name.”
I swallowed loudly as I stared up at the massive man. Yes, I had to stare up at him. He was maybe an inch shorter than Foma but at least seven and a half feet tall. “Virgil Marius.”
“Nice to meet you, Virgil,” he said in a slightly husky voice. We shook hands and I noticed that Stefan and Patrick were talking to Liam and Lorcan again, everyone else distracted. They wanted to see their new baby before we settled in.
“Same,” I mumbled, trying to get back my hand and not breathe at the same time. If I took in his scent with how attracted I was to him, my fangs would come right back out and I’d be busted.
“Virgil did you say?” Foma asked, suddenly right next to his mate, both of them practically surrounding me but keeping a polite distance… Technically. To everyone else it might have looked as if we were just in a private conversation. “Lovely fangs you have.”
“Thanks, I’m, um, th–thirsty,” I lied. “Tired and thirsty.”
“Hmm.” Foma glanced at his mate and I had a feeling they didn’t believe me. “Then we should check on you during your nap.”
“Maybe keep an extra close eye on you,” Mareo agreed as he let go of my hand only for Foma to take it in his massive one. I stared into his light brown eyes and found myself twenty seconds from swooning. I swear he had gold flecks swirling around in them or something. It was hypnotic and alluring all at once. “Like as you’re lying naked and sated in our arms.”
I felt a thrill of desire go through me and my fangs, the fucking things, popped back out. I shook my head and pulled my hand back as I got them to retract. “I’m sorry, no thank you. I appreciate the offer but I’m straight.”
Mareo leaned in until his shoulder- length black hair brushed against my ear. “The erection you’re sporting would suggest otherwise. Why do I get the feeling most everything you’ve said is bullshit, Virgil?”
Because you’re smart. But I couldn’t say that. “If you’ll excuse me, I want to meet my nephew.” I cleared my throat and went to step around them.
“Running won’t stop us from pursuing,” Foma warned.